| Mums in Jeeps' clothing |
| Wednesday, July 06, 2005 |
Yes, you know who you are.
You rush around in your 4-wheel-drives dropping the kids off at school or football practice or dance class and the like. Granted it must be difficult to concentrate on the road with a couple of yelling/whinging/crying (pick one) children in the back seat, but that doesn't mean you are allowed to mount footpaths while turning corners, run over small dogs and back out of parking spaces with gay abandon.
When did the 4-wheel-drive become the new family car? I am mourning the loss of the station wagon with wooden panels a la The Brady Bunch.
I can't really get on my high horse (or high 4WD) considering my lack of reverse-parking skills, but this is one piece of advice I want to disseminate to my fellow women drivers - the rear-view mirror is to see what is happening out the back of the car, so should be facing that way, not at yourself. And i know you need to fix your hair, but two hands on the wheel while driving please.
Listen to me! Jeeeeez. I think I should appear on that Grumpy Old Women TV show. Right after Germaine Greer complaining about having to cut the grass, there's me complaining about women drivers. Evil. (I really haven't abandoned the sisterhood. Believe me.)
What age is old anyway? I guess I am approaching the age where the beauty therapist is not sure where the upper leg wax stops and the bikini wax begins. Grin. |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:08 AM |
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